Different Dimension (Editing)

Chapter 5

After my second lesson and my snack, I had been downstairs watching shows on OnDemand. Stella walked in with my little brother, Zachary, and groceries. I leapt up and grabbed a few, taking them to the kitchen.

"Hey Zack, can you put those cans away for me?"

"Lazy," he mumbled, but got up and put them away anyway. I rolled my eyes and kept putting away groceries with Stella.

A knock at the door and a,"Woman, you better be home!" made me walk over and open it to releave a brown haired Wendy, ramming her finger into the door bell.

"I'm here. If you break that..." I pulled her inside and closed the door, dragging her into the kitchen.

"Hey Wen," Zach said while he put up the groceries.

"Sup? I see you've been working out." Gasping, I threw a paper bag at her.

"Shut up! He's thirteen! Get someone your age, nasty."

"Oh you know, just lifting some stuff," Zach replied, flexing his boney arm.

"Boy, hush and go do your homework already."

Wendy and I finished the rest of the groceries, shaking our heads and laughing.

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"Okay, so I have a confession to make," Wendy said after we'd went up to my room.

"Okay, what?"

"Well...one day, when I was at a sleepover with my cousin, we were talking about kissing and stuff and she asked,'have you ever kissed a girl?' and I said no. Then she leaned over and kissed me." Where did that come from?

"Did you like it?"

"Kind of. She only pressed her lips on mine for a few seconds." I nodded. I didn't think it was a huge deal, but I knew she was super confused now.

"Well I have a confession too," I said, smiling. My phone rang. When I looked at the screen, it was a blocked number.

"Hello?" I answered, confused.

"If you tell her, you'll die," the voice on the other side said. I mouthed a hold on to Wendy and stepped out into the hallway.

"Liam?" I whispered into the phone.

"Yes, Anderson?"

"How the hell did you get my number?"

"My ways." I could hear the smirk on his face.

"Liam, I'm serious."

"And so am I. Tell the redhead and you die." And then, he hung up. The nerve he had. Oh my gosh. I barely knew the guy and he was already pissing me off. My goodness, Liam the next time I see you I am gonna get you! And by the way, Wendy has ginger streaks, she's not a damn redhead!

I walked back in as calmly as I could and sat down. I kinda wanted to look out the window and see if that butt head was on my property, but that would only make Wen suspicious.

"Okay, what's your confession?"

"Its okay if you like girls, 'cause I'll be your lesbian lover if a bald jackass tries to hit on us at a bar. Best friend's pledge!" I lifted up my left hand and puffed out my chest for extra emphasis. She laughed and shook her head, hugging one of the stuffed animals on my bed.

After a while of talking, we went back downstairs to get ice cream. Zach was down there talking on the phone extremely loud like always. I don't know who he was talking to, but I'm sure it was either Rick, Gwen, or Daemon.

"Zach, you don't have to talk that loud,"I said, opening the freezer.

"Shut up." He continued on the phone. I threw I spoon at him, hitting him in the back of his head.

"What the hell?!"

"Watch your mouth, don't tell me to shut up, and stop talking so dang loud. Hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah." He started walking away to his room, totally ignoring me. He's lucky Wendy is here right now.

"You are a very violent child." Wendy scooped four scoops of ice cream into a bowl, then reached over into the cabinet and drizzled caramel inside her bowl. I scooped three globs, putting nutella and rainbow sprinkles on top. We take our ice cream extremely seriously. And our ice cream game was definitely on point.

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After Wendy left around six, my mom and dad came home. My mom, Nenita Ocampo-Anderson, works for a publishing company in Highland, and my dad, Geoffrey Anderson, is a lawyer in Crestline. How they met is kind of weird and I never like talking about it. So don't ask.

For dinner, we made a salad with vinaigrette, and spaghetti with parmesan cheese. While we sat at the table, eating silently, my phone buzzed in my back pocket. Curse the no phones at the table rule or I would have checked it. It buzzed again. And again. Who keeps texting me?

"Excuse me." I put my napkin on the table next to my plate and stood up, making my way to the bathroom. When I reached the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and pulled out my phone. The message was from a number that wasn't in my contacts. The area code wasn't even here. I opened the message to reveal it contents, regretting it instantly.

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A/N: I know.I haven't updated for a thousand years, I just have a lot going on and updating wasn't really on my mind. But I'm updating now!! And that's what counts. So if anyone is still with me, thanks. I really mean that. As always VOTE, COMMENT, AND FOLLOW MEEE!!

[I know no Nenita Ocampo-Anderson or Geoffrey Anderson. I do not know if there is a publishing company in Highland, CA, nor do i know if a woman named Nenita works there. I do not know if there is a lawyer named Geoffrey Anderson who works in Crestline, CA. All of these characters are from my imagination and only that.]